John F. McCullagh

Silver Star - 4,289 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

King Putt - Poem by John F. McCullagh

The President assessed the scene
and gave a terse command.
His caddy grabbed his putter
and put it in Obama’s hand.
The breeze as not a factor
The air was hot and still.
The hole, a dozen feet away,
blocked by a small windmill.
Barrack needed this putt for par.
to help him tie the score.
Boehner got a hole in one
in the clown face just before.
Obama gave his ball a stroke-
it veered wide, an inch or two.
It’s a pity folks are watching
Or he’d lie about that too.
That he should be reduced to this;
Playing at the “Pirate’s cove.
The sequester is a right wing plot
likely dreamed up by Karl Rove.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

What would happen if the President's golfing was subject to sequestration?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 5, 2013

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